Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Until My Final Breath Comments

Rating: 5.0

shattered glass out on the kitchen floor
picking up the pieces of my past
move away from the silence to a lingering laugh
each of us where's a mask in a disguise in life
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John Ackerman
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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 October 2017

Such a brilliant write, John.....

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Oscar Can 18 October 2017

Sometimes to discover truth you must first take off the mask. To reveal your heart that God may reveal His. Great poem. A 10

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